The Iliad Part 53
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"Say, is it just, my friend, that Hector's ear From such a warrior such a speech should hear?
I deem'd thee once the wisest of thy kind, But ill this insult suits a prudent mind.
I shun great Ajax? I desert my train?
'Tis mine to prove the rash a.s.sertion vain; I joy to mingle where the battle bleeds, And hear the thunder of the sounding steeds.
But Jove's high will is ever uncontroll'd, The strong he withers, and confounds the bold; Now crowns with fame the mighty man, and now Strikes the fresh garland from the victor's brow!
Come, through yon squadrons let us hew the way, And thou be witness, if I fear to-day; If yet a Greek the sight of Hector dread, Or yet their hero dare defend the dead."
Then turning to the martial hosts, he cries: "Ye Trojans, Dardans, Lycians, and allies!
Be men, my friends, in action as in name, And yet be mindful of your ancient fame.
Hector in proud Achilles' arms shall s.h.i.+ne, Torn from his friend, by right of conquest mine."
He strode along the field, as thus he said: (The sable plumage nodded o'er his head:) Swift through the s.p.a.cious plain he sent a look; One instant saw, one instant overtook The distant band, that on the sandy sh.o.r.e The radiant spoils to sacred Ilion bore.
There his own mail unbraced the field bestrow'd; His train to Troy convey'd the ma.s.sy load.
Now blazing in the immortal arms he stands; The work and present of celestial hands; By aged Peleus to Achilles given, As first to Peleus by the court of heaven: His father's arms not long Achilles wears, Forbid by fate to reach his father's years.
Him, proud in triumph, glittering from afar, The G.o.d whose thunder rends the troubled air Beheld with pity; as apart he sat, And, conscious, look'd through all the scene of fate.
He shook the sacred honours of his head; Olympus trembled, and the G.o.dhead said; "Ah, wretched man! unmindful of thy end!
A moment's glory; and what fates attend!
In heavenly panoply divinely bright Thou stand'st, and armies tremble at thy sight, As at Achilles' self! beneath thy dart Lies slain the great Achilles' dearer part.
Thou from the mighty dead those arms hast torn, Which once the greatest of mankind had worn.
Yet live! I give thee one ill.u.s.trious day, A blaze of glory ere thou fad'st away.
For ah! no more Andromache shall come With joyful tears to welcome Hector home; No more officious, with endearing charms, From thy tired limbs unbrace Pelides' arms!"
Then with his sable brow he gave the nod That seals his word; the sanction of the G.o.d.
The stubborn arms (by Jove's command disposed) Conform'd spontaneous, and around him closed: Fill'd with the G.o.d, enlarged his members grew, Through all his veins a sudden vigour flew, The blood in brisker tides began to roll, And Mars himself came rus.h.i.+ng on his soul.
Exhorting loud through all the field he strode, And look'd, and moved, Achilles, or a G.o.d.
Now Mesthles, Glaucus, Medon, he inspires, Now Phorcys, Chromius, and Hippothous fires; The great Thersilochus like fury found, Asteropaeus kindled at the sound, And Ennomus, in augury renown'd.
"Hear, all ye hosts, and hear, unnumber'd bands Of neighbouring nations, or of distant lands!
'Twas not for state we summon'd you so far, To boast our numbers, and the pomp of war: Ye came to fight; a valiant foe to chase, To save our present, and our future race.
Tor this, our wealth, our products, you enjoy, And glean the relics of exhausted Troy.
Now then, to conquer or to die prepare; To die or conquer are the terms of war.
Whatever hand shall win Patroclus slain, Whoe'er shall drag him to the Trojan train, With Hector's self shall equal honours claim; With Hector part the spoil, and share the fame."
Fired by his words, the troops dismiss their fears, They join, they thicken, they protend their spears; Full on the Greeks they drive in firm array, And each from Ajax hopes the glorious prey: Vain hope! what numbers shall the field o'erspread, What victims perish round the mighty dead!
Great Ajax mark'd the growing storm from far, And thus bespoke his brother of the war: "Our fatal day, alas! is come, my friend; And all our wars and glories at an end!
'Tis not this corse alone we guard in vain, Condemn'd to vultures on the Trojan plain; We too must yield: the same sad fate must fall On thee, on me, perhaps, my friend, on all.
See what a tempest direful Hector spreads, And lo! it bursts, it thunders on our heads!
Call on our Greeks, if any hear the call, The bravest Greeks: this hour demands them all."
The warrior raised his voice, and wide around The field re-echoed the distressful sound.
"O chiefs! O princes, to whose hand is given The rule of men; whose glory is from heaven!
Whom with due honours both Atrides grace: Ye guides and guardians of our Argive race!
All, whom this well-known voice shall reach from far, All, whom I see not through this cloud of war; Come all! let generous rage your arms employ, And save Patroclus from the dogs of Troy."
Oilean Ajax first the voice obey'd, Swift was his pace, and ready was his aid: Next him Idomeneus, more slow with age, And Merion, burning with a hero's rage.
The long-succeeding numbers who can name?
But all were Greeks, and eager all for fame.
Fierce to the charge great Hector led the throng; Whole Troy embodied rush'd with shouts along.
Thus, when a mountain billow foams and raves, Where some swoln river disembogues his waves, Full in the mouth is stopp'd the rus.h.i.+ng tide, The boiling ocean works from side to side, The river trembles to his utmost sh.o.r.e, And distant rocks re-bellow to the roar.
Nor less resolved, the firm Achaian band With brazen s.h.i.+elds in horrid circle stand.
Jove, pouring darkness o'er the mingled fight, Conceals the warriors' s.h.i.+ning helms in night: To him, the chief for whom the hosts contend Had lived not hateful, for he lived a friend: Dead he protects him with superior care.
Nor dooms his carcase to the birds of air.
[Ill.u.s.tration: FIGHT FOR THE BODY OF PATROCLUS.]
FIGHT FOR THE BODY OF PATROCLUS.
The first attack the Grecians scarce sustain, Repulsed, they yield; the Trojans seize the slain.
Then fierce they rally, to revenge led on By the swift rage of Ajax Telamon.
(Ajax to Peleus' son the second name, In graceful stature next, and next in fame) With headlong force the foremost ranks he tore; So through the thicket bursts the mountain boar, And rudely scatters, for a distance round, The frighted hunter and the baying hound.
The son of Lethus, brave Pelasgus' heir, Hippothous, dragg'd the carcase through the war; The sinewy ankles bored, the feet he bound With thongs inserted through the double wound: Inevitable fate o'ertakes the deed; Doom'd by great Ajax' vengeful lance to bleed: It cleft the helmet's brazen cheeks in twain; The shatter'd crest and horse-hair strow the plain: With nerves relax'd he tumbles to the ground: The brain comes gus.h.i.+ng through the ghastly wound: He drops Patroclus' foot, and o'er him spread, Now lies a sad companion of the dead: Far from Larissa lies, his native air, And ill requites his parents' tender care.
Lamented youth! in life's first bloom he fell, Sent by great Ajax to the shades of h.e.l.l.
Once more at Ajax Hector's javelin flies; The Grecian marking, as it cut the skies, Shunn'd the descending death; which hissing on, Stretch'd in the dust the great Iphytus' son, Schedius the brave, of all the Phocian kind The boldest warrior and the n.o.blest mind: In little Panope, for strength renown'd, He held his seat, and ruled the realms around.
Plunged in his throat, the weapon drank his blood, And deep transpiercing through the shoulder stood; In clanging arms the hero fell and all The fields resounded with his weighty fall.
Phorcys, as slain Hippothous he defends, The Telamonian lance his belly rends; The hollow armour burst before the stroke, And through the wound the rus.h.i.+ng entrails broke: In strong convulsions panting on the sands He lies, and grasps the dust with dying hands.
Struck at the sight, recede the Trojan train: The shouting Argives strip the heroes slain.
And now had Troy, by Greece compell'd to yield, Fled to her ramparts, and resign'd the field; Greece, in her native fort.i.tude elate, With Jove averse, had turn'd the scale of fate: But Phoebus urged aeneas to the fight; He seem'd like aged Periphas to sight: (A herald in Anchises' love grown old, Revered for prudence, and with prudence bold.)
Thus he--"What methods yet, O chief! remain, To save your Troy, though heaven its fall ordain?
There have been heroes, who, by virtuous care, By valour, numbers, and by arts of war, Have forced the powers to spare a sinking state, And gain'd at length the glorious odds of fate: But you, when fortune smiles, when Jove declares His partial favour, and a.s.sists your wars, Your shameful efforts 'gainst yourselves employ, And force the unwilling G.o.d to ruin Troy."
aeneas through the form a.s.sumed descries The power conceal'd, and thus to Hector cries: "Oh lasting shame! to our own fears a prey, We seek our ramparts, and desert the day.
A G.o.d, nor is he less, my bosom warms, And tells me, Jove a.s.serts the Trojan arms."
He spoke, and foremost to the combat flew: The bold example all his hosts pursue.
Then, first, Leocritus beneath him bled, In vain beloved by valiant Lycomede; Who view'd his fall, and, grieving at the chance, Swift to revenge it sent his angry lance; The whirling lance, with vigorous force address'd, Descends, and pants in Apisaon's breast; From rich Paeonia's vales the warrior came, Next thee, Asteropeus! in place and fame.
Asteropeus with grief beheld the slain, And rush'd to combat, but he rush'd in vain: Indissolubly firm, around the dead, Rank within rank, on buckler buckler spread, And hemm'd with bristled spears, the Grecians stood, A brazen bulwark, and an iron wood.
Great Ajax eyes them with incessant care, And in an orb contracts the crowded war, Close in their ranks commands to fight or fall, And stands the centre and the soul of all: Fix'd on the spot they war, and wounded, wound A sanguine torrent steeps the reeking ground: On heaps the Greeks, on heaps the Trojans bled, And, thickening round them, rise the hills of dead.
Greece, in close order, and collected might, Yet suffers least, and sways the wavering fight; Fierce as conflicting fires the combat burns, And now it rises, now it sinks by turns.
In one thick darkness all the fight was lost; The sun, the moon, and all the ethereal host Seem'd as extinct: day ravish'd from their eyes, And all heaven's splendours blotted from the skies.
Such o'er Patroclus' body hung the night, The rest in suns.h.i.+ne fought, and open light; Unclouded there, the aerial azure spread, No vapour rested on the mountain's head, The golden sun pour'd forth a stronger ray, And all the broad expansion flamed with day.
Dispersed around the plain, by fits they fight, And here and there their scatter'd arrows light: But death and darkness o'er the carcase spread, There burn'd the war, and there the mighty bled.
Meanwhile the sons of Nestor, in the rear, (Their fellows routed,) toss the distant spear, And skirmish wide: so Nestor gave command, When from the s.h.i.+ps he sent the Pylian band.
The youthful brothers thus for fame contend, Nor knew the fortune of Achilles' friend; In thought they view'd him still, with martial joy, Glorious in arms, and dealing death to Troy.
But round the corse the heroes pant for breath, And thick and heavy grows the work of death: O'erlabour'd now, with dust, and sweat, and gore, Their knees, their legs, their feet, are covered o'er; Drops follow drops, the clouds on clouds arise, And carnage clogs their hands, and darkness fills their eyes.
As when a slaughter'd bull's yet reeking hide, Strain'd with full force, and tugg'd from side to side, The brawny curriers stretch; and labour o'er The extended surface, drunk with fat and gore: So tugging round the corse both armies stood; The mangled body bathed in sweat and blood; While Greeks and Ilians equal strength employ, Now to the s.h.i.+ps to force it, now to Troy.
Not Pallas' self, her breast when fury warms, Nor he whose anger sets the world in arms, Could blame this scene; such rage, such horror reign'd; Such, Jove to honour the great dead ordain'd.
Achilles in his s.h.i.+ps at distance lay, Nor knew the fatal fortune of the day; He, yet unconscious of Patroclus' fall, In dust extended under Ilion's wall, Expects him glorious from the conquered plain, And for his wish'd return prepares in vain; Though well he knew, to make proud Ilion bend Was more than heaven had destined to his friend.
Perhaps to him: this Thetis had reveal'd; The rest, in pity to her son, conceal'd.
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